Flying, just flying

In the past I kept contact with people whose path had sometimes crossed mine. I sent emails & sms to them and asked how they were doing, what was going on in their life and told what was happening in mine. I tried to keep all the people from my past in my present life. With some people it worked, with some people it didn’t. Then after some events this process of keeping contact started slowly to wane - I felt like I had nothing to say, nothing to share. I started seeing how insane the world is, how people had tons of mental problems, how ”I” had problems.

Now I don’t feel like saying anything to anyone.

That may sound pessimistic to reader but that’s not where the words are pointing to. There can be a great beauty in silence.

Actually there are few people who I would like to talk with face to face but I would not really know what to say.

I was never social person but nowadays even the will to be social has vanished. There are thoughts of solitude somewhere far away. One could say that I’m running away from something. And at the same time I’m approaching something very harmonious.